One of the inevitable side effects of getting older is that you seem to attend more and more funerals with every passing year, which is ironically just part of life, but for Peter St George funerals had always had a profoundly erotic effect upon him ever since the incident that occurred on the morning of his grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when he was just 15 years old.
They were all staying at Mornington Manor, the home of the St George clan, and it was a full house so he took the chance amidst the hustle and bustle to sneak into his 20 year old Cousin Julie’s bedroom while she was having a bath so he could go in her handbag and pinch a couple of cigarettes.
But she finished in the bathroom sooner than he anticipated, so not wishing to get in trouble for stealing he hid in the wardrobe instead.
He was hoping she had just forgotten something and wouldn’t be long and would return to the bathroom so he could escape, but she didn’t so he just waited and watched her.
She was sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair which was very boring and he thought about stepping out and confessing but then she stood up and he watched her as she turned her back to him and began drying her curvaceous body with a large bath sheet but she offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view, which was very sensual.
Peter carried on watching in fascination until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on to the bed and he saw the first naked woman of his life.
His eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her breasts, and their associated adornments, which were even more amazing than he had imagined, and then he moved onto the parts he hadn’t imagined at all.
Peter continued looking at her as she began to dress, first she put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist and then pulled on a pair of black silk French drawers.
Cousin Julie did each item deliciously slowly just as if she knew she was playing to an appreciative audience.
Next she sat on the bed and pulled on the first of her seamed black stockings up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts hung voluptuously down and then at the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking.
Cousin Julie stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at him and smiled before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy contraption.
And when she had finished fastening her bra he saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared for the rest of his life.
The addition of an under slip did not diminish his appreciation of her but when the dress went on he knew the show was over.
Peter had to continue to wait in the closet for another 25 minutes after she finished dressing while she applied her makeup and only when she finally went downstairs could he escape his hiding place.
As he got to the door he looked back towards the wardrobe and he could see the reason he thought she was looking at him and smiling because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.
That day stamped a mark on him that lasted a lifetime and now whenever he sees a woman in Funereal Finery he gets aroused.
He never forgot that day and try as he might he never found anyone to come anywhere near matching what had become his ideal.
But then on his 24th birthday he finally realised that they weren’t Julie.
So one year later after that realisation Peter and Julie were married at St Winifred’s church in Mornington and he had finally found his ideal woman.
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